Guys, I Finally Worked On Something For The Ygoadvent!

Guys, I finally worked on something for the ygoadvent!

It's a Keyshipping one-shot for Day 4 and Day 8.

Story under the cut.

Enjoy!

“Yuma? What is that strange... white substance raining from the sky?” Astral curiously peered out the attic window.  

“Shush, Astral. I’m sleeping.” Yuma said, turning in the hammock. 

Today was a Saturday, and that meant extra sleep! 

“You are not. Otherwise you wouldn’t be talking. Wait, you do talk in your sleep, so maybe it is logical to think that you really are sleeping. But that would mean--”  

“Astral, please! I’m awake, okay? Now quit your rambling!” Yuma hopped out of the hammock. It was quite obvious that he hadn’t been asleep given that he did such a maneuver with ease.  

As Yuma made his way down to his bedroom, Astral smiled. It was endearing that Yuma always slept in. And waking him up was also a treat, since he it made him feel like he was a part of his daily routine, something that he desperately wanted. After all, even though they spent almost all of their time together, Astral wanted more, as any lover would.  

Yuma hurried down the stairs to the smell of... hot chocolate?  

“Hello, Yuma dear,” Haru said, motioning for her grandson to sit in the chair in front of her. 

“Hey, Grandma.” Yuma said, sitting in the aforementioned chair. He waited a second before addressing what was on his mind. “Hey, what’s that smell?”  

“I made hot chocolate.” Haru said, setting a mug in front of Yuma, confirming his suspicion to be true. 

‘Huh,’ Yuma thought. ‘She only makes hot chocolate when it snows out.’  he grabbed the mug and took a long sip. 

Astral put his hand to his chin in deep thought. Since he could hear Yuma when he was speaking, he came to the conclusion that, since Haru only makes hot chocolate when it snows, and a strange weather occurrence was happening outside, it must’ve meant that the ‘white substance’ outside was snow. But what was it’s purpose? 

“Hey, Astral. Astraaal. Astral!”  

Astral snapped out of his thoughts when he heard Yuma calling his name. 

“What is it, Yuma?” he asked. 

“You looked deep in thought. What’s on your mind?”  

“Well, I heard you thinking about something called a “snow”. What is that?”  

Yuma smiled. “Snow is like... when it’s raining and... uhm... hold on a second,” 

Yuma got up and walked over to his grandmother. He whispered something, had something whispered to him, then came back. “So snow is when the temperature is very cold and it begins to rain, turning the raindrops into snowflakes, because it freezes the water!” he said. 

“So, it is snowing outside?” Astral asked.  

“Ye-- wait, wha?” Yuma turned to Astral with a shocked expression. “It is?”  

Yuma walked over to the door and opened it, followed by a huge gush of cold wind and wetness. He slammed the door closed again. “It is.” 

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Sorry if I left it with a weird cliffhanger. But I hope you enjoyed it!